The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 96 An Entrustment to Ms. Detective

"Are you opening a card pack?"

This was the first sentence that Curseblade asked after walking in.

"Yes."

Rabbit Man blew a whistle: "Gwen's luck is really good. He actually opened a set of six witch cards, which can form the club deck in the 'Arena Rules'. Three positive picks, three substitutes, this Lucky enough, right?"

Gwen rubbed the deck of cards in her hand a little embarrassedly.

In addition to Nanni, the six witch cards he drew also had two versions of [Dinisa]. , the former affix is ​​'Noble Ghost Maiden', and the latter affix is ​​'Great Witch'. Through this research, it can be found that there will be power changes between witches.

However, the witch does not allow cards with the same name to play together, unless there is a card that is not bound by the same name rule.

So Gwen had to exchange the two 'Dinisa' for someone else.

"Oh, the dog is here?"

Squirrel Girl also whistled and clapped her hands: "Gwen, and the mantles, tidy up and come to work. Each person has [-] military coins, Gwen is responsible for possible battles, and the mantles are responsible for reporting and Paperwork. I do the scouting and, hahahahaha, snacks by the side!"

This guy……

Huita next to him scratched his head, eyes full of jealousy: "Why didn't you call me? Three hundred military coins!"

"It's not that I don't call you, it's ordering from the opposite side."

Curse Blade spread his hand and laughed maniacally, "Just now we not only talked about installing the heater, but also spread our business by the way, I made you all hype, and I also made this thing by the way ..."

She took out a thin diary from her pocket.

"this is?"

Red Dog glanced.

Curseblade opened the booklet with a proud face.

It turned out to be an introduction booklet with photos of their members, and the first page showed Huita's honest face and appearance in military uniform.

"Curse Blade!" Gray Tower yelled, "So that's why you set up a camera the other day and came back?"

"That's why, let's see."

Rabbit Man has already leaned over, and read the words on it: "Senior source force envoy, instructor, well-known trainer Huita in the industry, has rich experience in the industry, trained as a deputy commander, elite source Dozens of force envoys and hundreds of ordinary force envoys have excellent results; the lecturer's words are witty and humorous, allowing trainees to awaken the source force with a relaxed mood and accept the task price..."

Huita covered his flushed face.

Rabbit mantle continued to read:

"Origin training, 30 military hours per class."

"Fighting training, 50 military hours per class."

"Essential cultural training, 25 military hours for each class."

"Attendance mission, 100 to 150 military starts."

"..."

finished reading.The rabbit cat stared at the curse blade with a surprised face, smacked his lips, shook his buttocks, and wagged his tail, "You are really dark enough, it is so expensive for you to train for the authorities, and... fighting and culture Aren't the lessons included in the Yuanli training course?"

"You do not understand!"

Curse Blade laughed wildly, "The more detailed you are, the more professional customers will feel. For example, red cabbage soup, if you say you make red cabbage soup for them, they will think it is ordinary, but if you say the ingredients of red cabbage soup Come out, add some meat names like Tenur Select Tomato Spicy Carrot Soup, and they'll be willing to pay more than double that."

This guy has mastered some of the pompous qualities of Utopians.

"What about me, what about me?" Gwen approached curiously.

The photo that Cursed Blade arranged for him turned out to be a photo of him quietly sitting on a table with his hands on his lap.

"It's pretty nice."

The rabbit cat made a grunt evaluation.

"The powerful source force messenger, the powerful source force user of the ghost talk department, has the most powerful frontal ability in the entire group. It only takes one minute to solve a positive ghost talk. The price of accepting the task: field service only, 300 military starting ..."

"Woo meow! This is too dark!"

The rabbit mantle was stunned, and this Squirrel Girl really dared to ask for a price. At this price of 300 military coins, she could already buy some good books and some good spells.

"Oh, you don't understand again. The more expensive people are, the more curious they want to try it. Even if Gwen's performance is only slightly better than other source messengers, under the blessing of the price, Gwen will feel Much stronger than other origin messengers!"

Curse Blade is above the gate level.

There is indeed a qualification to say: do not lose to others.

"Okay, okay, do you two want to go?"

Curse Blade lit a cigarette impatiently, smoked it in one breath, his cheeks puffed up, and spewed out a lot of second-hand smoke with a puff.

"You have to tell me what the commission is, right?"

Rabbit mantle said.

Gwen nodded: "Speak briefly."

Curseblade sprayed a large amount of cloud and mist with its nose, shook its body violently and made the sound of cracking bones, "Okay, let me just talk about it. Recently, the authorities have issued some tasks, and there are some entrustments, which will give precious The ancient witch card. In addition to giving some seniority and merit points, the card club wants to find a substitute for a newcomer in their club..."

"Oh, the dark cat picked it up..."

"Meow!" The dark cat yelled loudly to stop the cat from continuing.

Cursed Blade chuckled, "So I, who need detective skills, Gwen, who has positive abilities, and you, who are the best-looking in the report, set out on this mission together. The card club has already spent a lot of money and spent a thousand dollars to hire us. You just say go or not!"

"go with!"

Rabbit Man snorted: "Why don't you go, and deduct 100 from me to the team's fund pool by the way."

"Then I'll go out too."

Gwen blinked: "Me too."

The task that the mantle takes on in this team is like this kind of lubricant. For example, when some curse blades are inconvenient to set an example, it is the mantle to set an example.

This behavior of deducting military use from the team's fund pool.

It is more suitable to do it with rabbit mantle.

It's far more effective for her to take the lead than for Spellblade to take the lead.

The rest of the people who did not receive the task also felt a little more balanced.

…………

After Gwen changed her clothes, she went out together with Maul and Curseblade, who also put on windbreakers.

Curseblade is also very particular about what he does. Basically, when going out with her, she calls an armored squirrel car.

Make others comfortable too.

After getting in the car and sitting down.

She knocked on the front window and said to the driver:
"To Fursland Field in the Fur District of the Authority."

Folsland Theater is the abbreviation of Folsland Police Department. Because there are so many theaters there, it has the nickname of "Folsland Theater"-of course, this is an official statement, but in private, everyone thinks People in the Foll District Police Department are more dedicated to being actors than being police officers-it seems that the purpose of this trip is the police car.

Closed the window.

Curseblade threw two documents to Tuman and Gwen.

"have a look."

Squirrel Girl has been enjoying the spring breeze recently, and seems to have received various benefits, even tobacco is not lacking, and in this critical season of entering the "cold winter zone", she consumes a large amount of tobacco without hesitation.

She used a pipe full of tobacco.

"Have you gained a lot of benefits recently?"

Rabbit cat muttered.

"Hey." Cursed Blade grinned, "There are always so many high-quality commissions, so our life will naturally improve. You don't know how much limelight I have in the branch office. The authorities personally rewarded us secretly. The results of the work of the investigation team require us to continue to carry forward the spirit of hard work and hard work, and take good care of the local ghost stories."

"I can't see it through hardships and troubles, but the way you swallow clouds and fog has been deeply remembered in my heart."

Gwen didn't look at the two bickering goods, and lowered her head to look at the information.

When it was opened, the first thing that appeared was a picture of crab feet that could not bear to look directly at the scene after the sacrifice.

Don't say it's bloody, at least it's a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

A large number of human remains were stored inside, and a pot of blood that seemed to smell rancid even through the photos was placed in the middle.

Curse Blade said very empathetically:

"It looks like a red cabbage pot..."

"Come on, Curse Blade, don't be disgusting!" the rabbit turned to the next page angrily.

Gwen followed.

The following page is the victim's record, densely packed, with many names marked in red and marked 'unidentifiable'.

"Twenty-one, twenty-six, thirty-two, nineteen, twelve, nine..."

Gwen looked at the number next to the name, a little silent.

Curse Blade said in an inexplicable tone: "This kind of vicious incident has not happened for a long time, so we must do our best to complete this commission. Under the mission, I hope you understand this."

"Ah."

Gwen nodded.

The impression brought about by her appearance and her nonchalant personality shows signs of developing to her advantage.

People like Curse Blade probably see themselves as some kind of young lady in a deep boudoir, and they still have a sense of justice in their hearts or something like that.Therefore, there is more tolerance and more targeted arrangements.

This is a good thing.

Gwen didn't think she was so righteous.

To a certain extent, the self who uses violence is no different from the scum who uses violence, and even speaking, he is a little worse.After all, no matter what the reason for scumbags is, they always have a little bit of purpose, and this kind of purpose is their characteristic of human beings.And Gwen herself...

Maybe I really am a mind flayer?
I just had the 'just get someone to use some violence' kind of thinking.

Can it really be considered purposeful?

However, even so, I can barely say that I am a law-abiding person, maybe not a good person, but I feel that this kind of bad person is very exciting to become, maybe there is a bit of a secondary element.

In this way, the entrusted prisoner is also a scum that can be beaten into meat paste without making people feel guilty at all.

I'm starting to look forward to meeting this scumbag.

"What exactly are we going to the police station for?"

"No reason, but that fledgling detective wants to go to the police station. Although we are professional, the employer's willingness is also very important."

Curseblade pays great attention to user experience...

This is bullshit!
Gwen stared at Curseblade.

Curse Blade rested his face in his hands, and showed a weird smile: "The card club gives more money, and it is also for us to educate their newcomers, which can be regarded as training, so the newcomers' ideas, including how to do it, we must Record it in a passive position, and wait until it is perfectly resolved, and then we will ask what the other party did wrong."

Giving a lot of money is really great.

Even a man like Curseblade would love to be a babysitter...

No, it should be said that the curse blade didn't have the pride of the source messenger.

Not to mention being a nanny, even if you are willing to carry a child, this is the gold content of the curse blade.

Gwen closed her eyes, taking a break.

If Curse Blade said so, it should be that he has sufficient evidence, and there is no need to worry about the prisoner running away.

Otherwise, this person will not be so relaxed.

……

Felsland Field, a gorgeous Gothic building, the outer wall has a blade-like prismatic tower as a fulcrum, and a few simple motorcycle lanes are built for the police——

The vehicle was parked in the visitor's area.

Curse Blade rubbed his face, squeezed out a serious face that he couldn't think of, and walked out.

Maul shrugged at Gwen and followed.

As soon as you enter the bureau, you can experience the charm of the curse blade, or its abundant network resources.

An old police detective who was not young called her in the aisle:
"Curse Blade!"

"Isn't this my good brother?" Curseblade has the ability to call players of any age group brothers.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while.

The three of them were first invited to an office by the old police detective and had a cup of coffee.

The old police detective muttered:
"Your new guy, you know that?"

"I know." Cursed Blade said with a smile.

"Oh, young man, it's just making noise, we're going to be tossed about, saying 'evidence can be seen on the corpse', but 'then there's a corpse'? Vicious criminals on our side, that one doesn't deal with corpses Good hand..."

"exactly."

"Also, I always say 'evidence speaks', but can the big cases we handle speak with evidence? If we speak with evidence, we won't catch the creator of the ultimate ogre tale in a year !"

"That's right!"

Gwen scowled, thinking: 'When will these two end blowing water'

On the other side, the manul had cleverly covered his face with a newspaper, and began to fall asleep like a standard Wilkie.

About twenty or thirty minutes passed.

The old detective just got to the point.

He put a thick stack of documents on the table, coughed, and walked outside.

Curse Blade tacitly took away the information like lightning, and stuffed it in his bosom.

"Curse Blade, have you seen the information I lost?"

"No."

An intelligence transaction ended like this.

After going out the door.

Gwen asked curiously: "What is that? What kind of information made you so unseemly to ask for it?"

"First-hand information about this case."

Curse Blade took out his pipe and said triumphantly, "In our business, it's just like being a reporter. The important thing is time and first-hand experience. This old police detective is a friend of mine who has grown up for many years. His daughter is in a carriage. Going to school requires some extra military use, and it is also very important to find a suitable mentor on Yuanliyitu..."

"So you have an exchange of interests with him?"

"Don't make it so ugly, it's about helping each other. Look, isn't this the first-hand information?"

Gwen raised her pretty eyebrows: "Will you share this information with customers?"

"you guess?"

"I don't think so," said the mantle.

"Guess right, no prize." Cursed Blade said.

"Don't you want the other party to gain fame? Don't you want the newcomer on the other side to get some achievements?" Gwen asked.

"But it doesn't mean we have to hand over the information, you know? What's the first thing you do when you bring in a newcomer?" Curse Blade asked back.

"I don't know." Gwen answered honestly.

"That is to let the newcomer realize that 'I need help'. Hand over the information, and if this person finds out something, do you think this person will swell like a space team with champagne at halftime?"

(In Utopia, there is also a miraculous reversal night similar to Istanbul night)
"Newcomers need education, Lady Curseblade."

The rabbit cat has a strange yin and yang.

"The newcomer needs training, Ms. Tuman."

In terms of yin and yang, the curse blade has never been afraid of anyone.

Gwen looked at them slightly speechless.

Is it necessary?To a newcomer?
But he didn't have the right to speak, so he twisted his waist and followed.

…………

necessary.

This answer was not given to him by the rabbit mantle and the curse blade, but by the newcomer himself.

It was a young woman with short hair, wearing a deerstalker hat that detectives love (as is the world), and a long trench coat over a miniskirt with tan pantyhose and a tan pantyhose wrapping the lower half of her thighs. Soft boots, and a tasteful button-down shirt for the top, the buttons are almost broken by the full chest.

If so, that's fine.

This man definitely looks good.

But clearly, the rookie's problem wasn't with appearances, but with something deeper.

"Miss Curseblade! I've heard of your name many years ago. Oh, it's really extraordinary to see you today. You see, I made a sixteen-page plan, and there are twenty-six For the detective diary on the page, the preparation starts from the area, shortening our search circle step by step from the hospital and the police station, squeezing out the criminals like squeezing the cream out of a donut..."

She talks too much.

With a very hearty smile and an extremely talkative personality, even the curse blade can't stand her a bit:
"Miss True Detective (her code name is True Detective)..."

"You can just call me Gina. My nickname is just a poor imitation of you. I listen to your detective stories and learn, no matter which version of the story it is, I like it very much. But I My favorite is the version of you wandering among the flowers, which version is particularly beautiful. Is Miss Quan with suet white jade skin really related to you..."

Curseblade pursed his lips.

On the other hand, the manul was snickering, its tail was constantly flicking back and forth.

Gwen also watched the show with a smile.

"Okay, Ms. True Detective, let's omit these things for now. I want to know your opinion on this incident, which will help our Ms. Maul to write a report for you."

She winked at the mantle.

It probably means: she says hers, you write yours.

In Utopia, Curseblade may have seen too many young people with excessive self-awareness.

She told Gwen that a young man she met asked to report all her highlights.As a result, because he was too bright, he was sent to lead the battle when he was besieging a bounty prisoner at the commander level, and he directly became the general of the Allied Forces in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms Hulaoguan.

It was a terrible death, so Cursed Blade arranged a rabbit mantle in the car.

Let the rabbit mandarin use relatively spring and autumn brushstrokes to highlight a little highlight but not too high light, to write a little spiritual but not too spiritual...

Sounds a bit difficult.

But the tried-and-tested writing style of the rabbit mantle should still be able to exert this effect.

"What I think is, let's start with the condition of the corpse first. It was mentioned in the detective manual that as long as we have information about the corpse! We can have information about the shape of the water droplets of the waterfall that is [-] kilometers away!"

Gwen couldn't help complaining, "Who said that?"

Zhen Tan proudly raised his chin: "Obviously, it is the books brought by those huge, cute and fluffy big cat lamps, which are the valuable abilities and experience of ancient witches. It says that you only need a smart mind, a pair of With a hardworking hand, a pair of eyes with discerning eyes and a spell called 'Bone Tracking', you can easily do it..."

"I guess you don't have a spell called 'Bones.'" Gwen put her arms around her hips.

"Ha! But we have two bright minds, three pairs of hardworking hands and three pairs of discerning eyes!" The real detective probably meant that neither Gwen nor the cat had a bright mind, and each lacked hard work. The hand and the eye of wisdom...

This person does not say how capable he is.

Just this mouth makes people want to slam it.

Not only Gwen was a little angry, but even the manul had to hold his tail, lest the cat's tail would explode Lute's stomach!
correct.

The real detective is a Lute woman, probably a feathered dragon, with a beautiful peacock-like tail, deer-like white jade-like horns, and deer ears.This kind of Lute people does have a very talkative trait, and has no less pride than the Welji people. In terms of personality, it is quite bad.

"Then let's get to work, ladies!"

"I'm a man." Gwen had to emphasize this point.

Detective Root looked at him with surprised eyes, and then showed a rather interested expression: "So cute, do you have a girlfriend?"

"..."

Gwen scowled.

"If you look so good-looking, then you should have a girlfriend? If you don't have one, can you consider having an all-powerful, sexy, and good-looking girlfriend? To be honest, I also lack one Petite and cute boyfriend, so..."

Gwen scowled.

"I'm just joking, how could such an excellent and good woman like me take the initiative to chase someone? But if it's you, Mr. Mind Flayer, I can think about it, after all, you can be seen at a glance with a strong source of power And handsome, smart and capable, it will always make people's heartbeat. How about it? There must be many people chasing you, right?"

There is only one person chasing me, a lady who wants to tease me and call me 'little blind girl'.

Gwen's face was expressionless, and she barely squeezed out an expression with the corners of her mouth curled up as a response to Lute's 'joke'.

But this Root seems to be an optimistic person by nature.

Even though Gwen had only a little reaction, she showed a really cheerful smile, and even made a yes gesture while walking, and at the same time, she walked forward carelessly, jumping and jumping, very unsteady, and with the side The fast but extremely stable Curseblade is in stark contrast.

She and Curseblade chatted about detective experience again.

Although looking at the troubled expression of the curse blade, he knew that this person was asking about the skills he had seen in the novel.

The manul suddenly touched Gwen's side.

"..."

Gwen tilted her head.

Rabbit cat gossips in a low voice:
"Who do you think is more handsome?"

She pointed to the front.

"Ok?"

Why do you want to judge which of these two women is more handsome?

Gwen blinked and glanced quietly.

Only then did I know why the rabbit cat had such an idea.

The first is Curse Blade, with an absolutely beautiful appearance, and a completely uninhibited temperament, both good and evil, with a little crazy smile, and long legs, definitely making my sister melt into ice cream The type of big sister who fell out.And the other person is True Detective.

Although I thought this was a sexy woman at first sight, but after a closer look, isn't this a big sister type?

She has always had a sunny and optimistic smile, and definitely has a gorgeous tail and antlers.

Coupled with the excellent clothing, although it looks very sexy, it is undeniable that there is still a handsome feeling of a big sister in this completely feminine and sexy room.And the appearance advantage is very obvious.

Root's big sisters seem to be this different but sexy and heroic type.

"I think……"

It's hard to choose.

After thinking about it, Gwen still voted for Curseblade, which was a little bit more handsome.

And the manul mercilessly chose this Root, the true detective whose real name is Gina.

"why?"

"Because I've seen enough Curse Blades, I can stand up to her most handsome hunting suit with cape and triangular hunting cap, meow~"

Sure enough, being seen a lot is still a bit of a disadvantage.

……

The four walked all the way to the morgue.

Gwen's first impression was that he entered the back kitchen, because he had never seen such a lively morgue.

Utopian police officers pushing carts.

A dead body that has been transformed.

A dead body that hasn't changed yet.

And bang bang bang gunshots.

The entire underground morgue was extremely lively.There is also the source force envoy drawing out his lightsaber and chopping up corpses, corpses transformed into corpses.

"Wow!"

Zhen Tan made a curious voice, gesticulating: "What is that? Do corpses stand up like this! Woohoo, it's so strange, dead people stand up and still eat living people..."

The Curse Blade, who was not taking it seriously, blinked, and looked towards a corner along the true detective's finger.

A hapless police officer is being gnawed on the thigh, which is covered in blood and looks like a turkey leg.At the same time, because the breathing mask seemed to be blocked, I couldn't even scream...

And it was a Wendigo that gnawed at him, a Wendigo, that monster.

The legends and stories from the world that Gwen is familiar with are similar to ghouls, and sometimes Wendigo is even a ghoul.

In this world, Wendigo is a monster with a powerful source of ice and snow.

It is also one of the most easily transformed monsters from human corpses.

"Mind Flayer!"

Curseblade yelled.

Gwen rushed up immediately, with a flash of light in his hand.

hum!
The lightsaber decapitated the Wendigo like lightning, while Gwen's rather skilled left hand cast a shadow.

Heartbreaker!

[Mind Flayer Grid: Kill!kill!kill wow! 】

Recently, Gwen has developed this good habit of stealing minds.It is also best to take the heart when killing monsters, so that you can add some progress to the mind flayer grid. Although the grid can indeed be painted regardless of oil, but when he comes out, Gwen won't be able to receive the ticket money!
Gwen has long coveted Grid’s pool of source power. Whether it’s super-speed regeneration or never getting tired, it’s a good skill, even if it’s a shadow cloak——shadow cloak is a trick that uses a powerful source of power after Grid eats the clothes with shadows. ——That's also very good, my yoga suit is a very precious armor, after eating it with the shadow suit, I don't have to worry about it being broken during a fight.

If it is broken, it can be perfectly repaired with Yuanli.

"..."

Gwen lit the fire with one eye, and a warm light fell on the guard's thigh.

The wound quickly stops bleeding and scabs.

The other party also settled down, stood up, saluted Gwen, and ran upstairs with a limp.

"Wendigo, a fairly powerful monster, if you didn't meet Gwen and you weren't eating, you might have to spend some time..." Cursed Blade laughed without empathy, "Generally speaking, Wendigo When Diego is eating, he is full of a spirit of hard work."

"It's very troublesome to be bitten." True Detective also lacked empathy and smiled happily, "This is the first time I have seen it. I didn't have much opportunity and time to go to the wilderness before. I heard that the wilderness The density of monsters on it is astonishing. Every time my mother comes back with the loot, it fills up a carriage."

...People in Emotional Utopia like this kind of environment?

Gwen almost couldn't help rolling her eyes.

……

Going deep, Gwen chopped down at least ten monsters along the way, as well as two sane people, and a group of six lunatics who took advantage of the fire to dig walls and grab corpses. In Utopia, corpses are almost equivalent to strategic resources up.

Corpses can be used for almost anything, as long as there's enough empathy left.

This is utopia.

But what surprised Gwen even more was the utopian police management level, a bit like Raccoon City after the outbreak of Resident Evil.

Basically equal to nothing.

It took them a while before they finally made it into a designated morgue.

The man guarding the morgue is a crazy squirrel root man, with a rattling 'Wizard 5 light machine gun' in his hand, constantly firing back the corpse monster, while holding a hamburger in one hand eating.

The squirrel boy kept rolling his eyeballs and let out an almost screaming cry:
"Die! Die! Die! No one can break through the encirclement under Lao Tzu's marksmanship!"

"Hello, we..." True Detective raised his left hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With a hamburger in his mouth, the squirrel man shot and swept the floor in front of True Detective, "No! Yes! Someone!" He added viciously.

Curseblade smacked his lips and licked his lips.

Just when Gwen thought that the squirrel and the squirrel might be able to communicate, she saw the curse blade looking over, and her mouth moved: "Mind flayer!"

Come on.

Gwen rushed forward.

"...Leave him alive!" Curse Blade's voice chased after him.

Gwen turned his fist into a palm, crushing the crazy squirrel's collarbone in one breath and knocking him out forcibly. At the same time, he gently kicked the opponent's belongings with his toes very skillfully.

He easily dismantled the light machine gun, took away the remaining 20 private ones inside, and took 45 private ones from the magazines carried by the opponent.

"Isn't this considered robbery?" the annoying True Detective Root asked without EQ.

"This is called acting on behalf of him. If he is still awake, he will definitely use this gun and magazines to drive us away. And we only need to check things here and leave by ourselves. It means that he has saved these ammunition for him. Wouldn't it be alright to just knock it out?"

The ideology of Curseblade is simple and honest, highlighting the idea of ​​making money.

"That's not too bad." The real detective ran over immediately, his pretty figure squeezed Gwen, and at the same time picked up the weapon parts of the fainted squirrel caretaker with both hands: "I want this! I want this! I've always wanted a good gun, but I haven't been able to get a good gun because of the ritual. You know, there are always some weird rituals that refuse to let people buy it. What's the name of that ritual? ..."

"Iron Spear Ceremony?" Curse Blade reminded.

"Ah, that's right, it's about an ancient race called Ironmen who only used looted items, so they're called Ironmen... It's a good ritual, it provides a little swimming ability, so I can't buy a gun, Gotta do it this way... oh, The Witcher 5, good gun, just kind of crappy, kind of crappy, but a good gun."

Gwen was going to give this sister a hard time.

He turned his head and glanced at the curse blade.

Curseblade shrugged.

"By the way! Corpse corpse, it's time to look at the corpse." The real detective got excited and ran to a mortuary cabinet that was beeping loudly, and opened it with a swish.

"Mind Flayer!"

The curse blade that was far away shouted out at once.

Gwen rushed up like lightning, and at the same time pressed one hand under the mask in the inner pocket of the clothes.

"The Silver Mask of the Mind Flayer."

Countless silver strings were instantly activated, crashing into the opened mortuary cabinet like Gwen's hair, pinning down a headless corpse that had completed the transformation.

True Detective rubbed his hands together as if he didn't realize it: "Oh, this is alive?"

"It's not called living, it's called changing."

Tuman is not usually a talkative person in front of strangers, but even she couldn't help complaining.

"Let me see, let me see, um, the veins are black, could it be poison?"

Curse Blade is not a person who likes to talk heartfeltly to outsiders, and to tell the truth, but he can't help it.

Squirrel Girl took two steps forward, touched her ears, tapped her front teeth with the tip of her tongue, hesitated before saying:

"Is there a possibility that the cause of its death is that its head was beheaded, and its internal organs were also dug up?"

Zhen Tan lowered his head, and said in surprise: "It's really... But, the blood vessels are black, there is still the possibility of poisoning..."

Now the mantle couldn't hold back anymore: "Well, Miss True Detective, the veins of this corpse are black, is there another possibility, that is, it has changed?"

True Detective blinked and made a movement that made Gwen raise his eyebrows.

She stood up nervously, turned around, sat down on the corpse's arm, and at the same time took out the detective notes from the inside of the windbreaker, frowning and flipping through: "Uh, uh...it's possible, it's possible...uh! Yes! Possibly, so it is possible that he was poisoned to death before turning into a dead body!"

It was rare for Gwen to see Curseblade look a little dull.

Curse Blade was stunned for two seconds before licking his lips: "You are really a fucking talent."

"Thank you!" True Detective really thought he was praising her.

"Scribe! Scribe cat?" True Detective yelled. "Take my guess!"

The mantle scratched his cat ears: "Maybe you can call me mantle?"

"Yes, Watson."

"..."

Rabbit Man took out his notebook to write a report.

Gwen leaned over and took a look:

[Record 1, attaches great importance to clues, and quickly produces a chain reaction on clues. 】

[Our source force envoy True Detective attaches great importance to clues, and after a series of investigations, all possibilities are included in the consideration list, which also includes precautionary measures that are cautiously worried about biochemical and poisonous gas-type killing methods.The accompanying members are required to do a good job, complete, and do careful research and investigation, thoroughly implement the policy of not wronging a good person and not letting a bad person go, and further improve the reserve of preparation plans. We must do it seriously, do it in a down-to-earth manner, and do every step rigorously. 】

No wonder it took so much military time to write the report on the manul.

Just looking at the report, I am afraid that the real detective who made the report said is such a jerk.

"Okay, the next corpse!" True Detective yelled, and at the same time shouted, "Beautiful butt boy, remember not to destroy the corpse!"

"..."

Gwen glanced at the dead body and True Detective's ass that hadn't been removed from the body, thinking about how to restore the body.

……

"Ms. Curseblade, what do you think? I think this may be a..." True Detective treated the Curseblade with a completely different attitude, and said in a mysterious tone: "...It is a vicious murder case!"

"..."

Gwen saw Curseblade's facial muscles tremble.

True Detective said confidently:
"Excluding suicide and accidental death, no matter how impossible the case is, it is the truth. The truth is that this is an extremely bad murder case!"

"... Thank you for your hard work." Curse Blade held back for a long time, and finally said this sentence.

She and Gwen exchanged glances, and they both said the same thing:

[The 300 military money per person is not so easy to earn]

Rabbit cat rolled his eyes.

——The report of the hare——

"After rigorous consideration and detailed investigation, True Detective came to the result of deliberation, bold deliberation, careful argumentation, and decided to look for more clues from the vicious serial murder pattern thinking. And ruled out several The previous erroneous inferences, this is a scientific demonstration, the spirit of patiently seeking truth and earnestly seeking truth."

(End of this chapter)